Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

More than 42,000 years later, on the planet Castervin, war raged.

Most of the Earth's crust has been torn apart, caused by several demonic weapons, including a weakened Chaos Cyclone Torpedo, which can briefly cover planets in the material world as if they were being pulled into subspace.

The imperial army on the surface was already isolated and helpless. The empire they were loyal to had regarded them as worthless and abandoned any rescue efforts.

Most soldiers were unaware that their enemy was the world beneath their feet, corrupted by chaos, and the countless demons and monsters that had spawned it.

The final order they received was to fight to the death, to deplete the enemy's strength as much as possible before their souls returned to the Golden Throne.

Yes, the word "demon" won't even be mentioned in the command-line text.

Hundreds of millions of soldiers only knew that the day before, their enemy was some kind of alien, but today, the battlefield has become a living hell.

Before their lives were taken, a golden flame spread from the space torn apart by the demonic torpedo.

Behind the flames lay the shadow cast by a massive, cold star.

Angels in another sense, led by the headless, descended upon Castaven.

Many figures resembling Astartes have what appear to be the protection of sacred animals on their shoulders.

There was one person who even rode a giant, shark-shaped spirit motorboat.

The angels began to tear the battlefield apart, and the headless one strolled out, "gazing" at the hell before him, muttering to himself:

"Clearly, the awakening of one of the ancient chaotic powers has brought many changes to the demons."

"We are not allowed to go to Sheila to assist Guilliman, but we hope that Father will make his own arrangements."

They are now able to corrupt the world of the Empire without relying on warp rifts or early forms of chaos corruption.

Instead, they directly use orbital strikes to launch these special devil torpedoes to gain an advantage on the battlefield.

(Tzeentch: That's right, you came straight out of here. Are you Chaos? You're hard to guess.)

Chapter 241 Lord of the Iron Warriors, Company Commander (32K)

The headless one feared that his brother would be defeated by the two Chaos Primarchs.

He could even lose to one enemy back then, let alone what Guilliman would be like after Evil Steel joined the battle.

However, the father seemed to have a plan in mind and had already made arrangements.

“Guilliman, please hang in there.”

The headless man leaps into the battlefield to pray for his brothers.

In 600 BC, Ondino.

The grilled shark was ultimately reduced to ashes after only a few bites were taken by Anda, who used his divine psionic flames to completely incinerate it.

It really tasted awful.

After everything was burned, Aaron couldn't bring himself to finish eating all that awful food.

There's no need to hand it over to Hades, lest my elder brother suffer. Sigh, I'm such a clever little devil.

Aaron had anticipated this and brought over a large piece of shark meat:

"I originally planned to make it into jerky and preserve it, so that Anglong could use it when he learns to cook. Father, since you are not keeping your promise, I will have to watch you eat it all."

Anda smacked his lips, trying to get rid of the taste in his mouth, and waved his hand quickly:

"You should serve it to your uncle. He rarely gets to come out, so he should eat something good. This stuff will be very expensive in the future; it's from a rare animal, and you won't be able to eat it again if you want to."

Hades, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind, and immediately put the food in his mouth. He was much more accepting of it than Anda.

“Actually, it’s good enough to have something to eat; we can’t waste it. Aaron, you stay home tonight while your father and I go check out the crack in Ondino’s Gate of Hell.”

"It's a strange feeling. The gates of hell are inside me, but there are external cracks in the real world. It's like I ate a piece of bread, but you all say the bread was right there on the table. I think many people, especially scholars, would go crazy and even commit suicide if they realized this."

Anda gulped down the liquor, trying to get a better taste, and squeezed out a sentence:

"You're being too naive. Those people are focused on writing papers and getting funding; that's their priority."

Aaron thought to himself, “My father is spouting that nonsense about the future again.”

However, after a person's cognition is greatly impacted, just how crazy will they become?

It was probably like when Magnus, with his disheveled hair, buried his head in his knees and wept.

But Little Horse didn't suddenly go berserk and kill him and Poseidon.

Oh, it was the protective ring left to me by my father that was triggered back then.

"However, Father, you've really been much more active lately. Although you don't do a lot of housework, at least you don't lie in the recliner and sleep all day. Sigh, people really do need to be active to have energy."

Aaron did give the old man a compliment.

Anda took another sip of wine, using it to mask his emotional turmoil.

I thought to myself, isn't this all for you?

After dinner, the household chores were divided up.

Since there are two immortals going to study the rift in the gates of hell together, and Uncle Hades is quite prudent, there's no need to worry too much about safety.

He, Marum, and Anglon stayed at home to focus on repairing the house.

The weather by the sea is unpredictable, so you can't just build a leaky room and let the old man lie down in it.

After seeing the two old men off, Marum transformed into a civil engineering master, ensuring that there was absolutely no need to worry about the house's performance with him around.

Anglong stood to the side handing over tools and letting his brother rest on a deck chair.

He considered that the recliner to be the throne of the head of the family, and since his father was not present, his older brother should lie on it.

As for the work, his brother has already done so much work, shouldn't he take a break?

"Brother, have some tea!"

Angron thoughtfully brewed the tea that Uncle Hades had brought earlier; it was actually just dehydrated leaves, which had a longer shelf life.

It didn't have any particularly strange taste.

Aaron took the tea, took a sip, and was about to help with whatever he could when he suddenly felt sleepy, so he lay down to rest.

They didn't forget to remind each other to be careful, although Angron and Marum should be reminding the materials in the material world to be careful.

However, children's values ​​must be cultivated from a young age. They should not lose their vigilance against danger just because he is invincible!

After everything was arranged, Aaron fell into a deep sleep.

He had a feeling that this sudden drowsiness meant that one of his brothers needed him.

When he opened his eyes again, several blinding rays of light shone in, and he felt as if he were lying on a cold bed.

Directly above was a strange disc-shaped lighting fixture, with smaller disc lights of the same shape embedded in the large disc.

He was only wearing a strange, light white outfit, and his arms were bare, as if he were doing something to them.

Fortunately, his body was not restrained. Aaron sat up and looked around.

White walls and floor, and a huge, incredibly clear mirror.

There were also identical beds placed at certain intervals on the left, except that the people on them were all dead, or had been disemboweled, or had their bodies dismembered.

The lights were bright, the room was clean, and even the dismembered body was spotless, with no blood spilled on the floor.

Perhaps only biological experiments, or the most efficient slaughterhouses, can achieve this.

It vividly presents visually contradictory elements such as blood and cleanliness, biological organs and clean beds.

Each bed has a designated spot where a brand-name item is placed, representing the identity of the bed's owner.

But my own bed doesn't have one, which means that the bed was originally empty.

This is really strange. Could it be that he has a brother he has never met who is suffering such hardship?

Aaron suddenly realized this and immediately jumped to the floor, grabbed the knife from the other beds, and prepared to kick open the door to see who was so blind as to dare to lay a hand on his brother.

If he encounters someone he can't beat, he'll bang his head against a wall and go find someone else at another time.

Guilliman may be busy, but Little Pete will definitely make time to come and fight.

I heard that he handed over most of the legion's affairs to Midrod, who was a very responsible company commander.

Just as he was thinking this, the door in front of him was suddenly kicked open, and a steel warrior appeared, slowly walking in with his head down.

"Your Highness Aaron?"

Midrod's voice came through the helmet, "You were ordered to be sent here for intelligence gathering? You're Miss Katherine's fiancé, you don't need to go to the front lines, so who sent you? Or did you go voluntarily?"

Midrod had occasionally heard Little Pei mention that Aaron called His Majesty "father".

I didn't see His Majesty or the palace have any objections. On the few times I met with Katherine, she looked at me strangely and even explained that Aaron was more qualified than me to call His Majesty Father.

Could it be that the other party would actually take on such dangerous espionage work in order to prove their worth?

If it weren't for the Iron Warriors launching the attack, he was really worried that when he opened the door, he would find Aaron inside, his belly ripped open.

It's likely that the original creator would choose to completely raze this planet.

Since the intelligence provided by Alpha in Shira, the operation has been progressing smoothly.

Xiao Pei was very satisfied and specially sent people to cooperate with the most mysterious Alpha.

Today, the Iron Warriors' operational strategy is highly standardized, involving sending spies deep into enemy planets to understand their defensive weaknesses.

They can also record the evil deeds of the enemy, providing material for the Iron Warriors' newspaper, "Iron Heart," to highlight the contributions their Primarchs made to the Empire and how many worlds filled with malice towards humanity they destroyed.

Xiao Pei is very quick-witted now and wants to create momentum for herself from all aspects.

Aaron didn't say anything, but he breathed a sigh of relief. So he had been sent directly to the battlefield. Perturabo should be alright.

He nodded, tacitly agreeing, and asked:

"Xiao Pei came along too?"

Midrod was taken aback. If Aaron could address their Primarch in such a way, and if he were to marry Katherine under His Majesty's witness, given that he was the fourth Primarch in rank...

Are all the Primarchs behind them going to be called "Little X" by Prince Aaron?

Midrod quickly realized what was happening and said, "Lord Peturabo won't arrive until tomorrow. He's been delayed in Terra for a few days."

Aaron said "Oh," and sighed, "He got another beating from his father, poor thing. But at least he knows that his father has prepared a workshop for him under the palace walls."